On 9/11

At home on 9/11; woke up at 8am to be ready for school. On my way out, I saw my mom watching the news of the plane crash against one tower. There was smoke and fire covering the new York sky on TV. I stepped outside and even the sky of our own western coast felt dry and grimly opaque.
It took me one hour to get to school that morning due to traffic. When I arrived to my anthropology class, the instructor was curiously delayed, unlike her. As soon as she walked in, she delivered the news to all of us. The immensity of the catastrophy that just befell on new york, and all of us. In her scholar way, she made the comment, "another drainage of genetic pool has occurred […] so many generations of genes lost forever" and with watery eyes she said, "another genocide on the pages of anthropology" i never forgot her words. Then as if foreshadowing the prolonged war to happen, she told us what that meant for America as well: she feared for the youth and men of our country; America needed to respond to such an attack. And we did...for good or for bad.